#castle party

[travellingstranger]

The only backstage with such view.

Castle Party Festival 2023

Bolkow, Poland

[wherewouldyouliketobe]

[annie-lang-azurlany]

Rövid lista azokról a különleges helyekről, időkről és alkalmakról, ahol a Vámpír: A Maszkabál 5. kiadásának fordítása készült

A fordításon 2022 júniusában kezdtem dolgozni, a nyári napforduló napján, a délegyházi Oázis Naturista Kempingben. Épp itt nyaraltam a családommal, amikor jött a hír, hogy én kaptam meg a munkát, úgyhogy gyorsan előszedtem a laptopomat, és ünneplésképpen le is fordítottam az első pár oldalt, Mina levelét a gyermekéhez. Aztán rágyújtottam egy cigire; egy darabig elröhögcséltünk rajta, hogy milyen ironikus, hogy a naturisták jelmondata az, hogy “Süssön rád a Nap!”, aztán elmentünk úszni egyet.

2022 júliusában elmentünk a lengyelországi Bolków-ba, a Castle Party nevű goth fesztiválra. Úgy terveztem, hogy ebben a négy napban nem dolgozom, de azért magammal vittem kinyomtatva a klánleírásokat, hátha mégis feltámad bennem a munkakedv. Hát, ott, a lengyel erdő mélyén, egy romos várban Kaelan Mikla-t, Lacuna Coil-t, Nitzer Ebb-et, és Devil’s Trade-et hallgatva fel is támadt. Amíg reggelente a kempingben mindenki még részegen, vagy már másnaposan hevert szerteszét, én kockásfüzetbe írtam a Toreadorok klándiszciplínáit. (Itthon, amikor begépeltem, szerencsére volt lehetőségem kijavítani a felfokozott hangulatból fakadó helyesírási hibáimat.)

A barátaimmal közösen igazgatunk egy underground goth / szerepjátékos klubot, az ElizaBAT-et, ahol rendszeresen vannak házibuli hangulatú goth bulik, irodalmi estek és szerepjátékos alkalmak. Amikor túl fényesen sütött a nap, általában ide vonultam le dolgozni. Gondolom, egyértelmű, hogy miért volt előnyös a hely hangulata a kreatív folyamat szempontjából; de a legjobb mégis az volt, hogy bármelyik adott pillanatban volt körülöttem legalább 2-3 olyan ember, aki járatos volt a VtM világában, és azonnal ugrottak segíteni, ha valami kérdésem volt (többek között a RollPlayerből ismert Kobura, aki a klub egyik fő embere).

A munka alatt folyamatosan benne voltam több krónikában is, hogy így is minél jobban megértsem a játék működését, és úgy fordítsam le a dolgokat, hogy pontosan és könnyen érthető legyen a játékmenet. Az egyik ilyen krónikánk a Vault 51-ben folyt, szóval itt is fordítottam néhány oldalt. Egy másik játék az Alfa Shelter discord-szerverén, ami ugyan nem egy fizikai hely, de nem akarom kihagyni. (Mármint az Alfa Shelternek fizikai helye is van, de ott még nem volt szerencsém járni, csak a szerverükön).

Különösen vicces helyszín volt az albérletünk konyhája. Az egyik játékmechanikai elem, a “boon” fordításával már szenvedtem egy ideje, mert semmi nem hangzott elég jól. Aztán egy szombat este, buliból hazajőve, azt láttam, hogy a hűtőnkre fel van téve mágnessel egy Agatha nevű karakter boon-ja – a lakótársam, Virág ugyanis hatalmas LARP-os, és a legutóbbi játékában is használták ezt a mechanikát. Szerencsére ő se aludt még, szóval azonmód, szombat hajnali háromkor kifaggattam, hogy nevezték ezt a fogalmat a LARP-on a magyar játékosok.

És végül, az a helyszín, ahonnan ez az egész zsibvásár ered; ahol megszületett a vámpírmítosz, ami aztán inspirálta az angol romantikus irodalmat, ami aztán kihatott a 80-as évek popkultúrájára, amiből aztán egyenesen következett a VtM létezése: Erdély. Várost nézni, kirándulni (és bulizni) mentünk Kolozsvárra két barátnőmmel, de úgy gondoltam, hogy vétek lenne kihagyni ezt az alkalmat, hogy itt, Drakula otthonában is dolgozhatssak a könyvön. Úgyhogy a nyaralás második napján, miután hazaértünk az ebédből (pizza volt, a romániaiak iszonyat jó pizzákat csinálnak), de még mielőtt elindultunk a kolozsvári melegbárba az esti buliba, félrevonultam az AirBnB erkélyére, és a málló falú panelházak árnyékában még lefordítottam pár oldalt.

Végül a könyvet 2023. június 13-án fejeztem be, az ElizaBAT-ben. Aznap filmest volt, valamelyik horrorfilmet néztük volna; ilyenkor általában én ülök a pultban, és dolgozom a könyvön, a többiek pedig beszélgetnek, iszogatnak, míg el nem kezdődik a vetítés. Aztán egyszercsak azt vettem észre, hogy a pdf elfogyott. Görgetek lefelé, de nincs tovább. Alig akartam elhinni, hogy csaknem napra pontosan egy év után vége. Lecsuktam a laptopot, felálltam, és minden jelenlévőt meghívtam egy vodkára ünneplésképp.

[thisnoisemademe]

[babybattips]

🖤 Non-obvious Goth festival etiquette and tips 🖤

Hi! I came back from a festival, it was amazing! And I wanted to maybe give some tips to younger people who want to go for the first time. My advice is based of the Castle Party Festival in Poland.

1. Know your limits. This doesn’t only apply to alcohol and god knows what types of drugs (just don’t do drugs, it’s 2022 and no one is going to be impressed), but to clothes, makeup, crowds and noise levels. Castle Party takes place in a medieval castle - Freya from the channel It’s Black Friday described it as WGT but with hills. Well, it’s not only hills, also medeival European pavements. How do people wear Demonias and Pleaser shoes, I legit have no idea - it’s hard to even walk in pikes on these stones. Obviously not every goth festival has medieval castles, but most if not all of them require a lot of walking and standing, so heels can be painful; you could also just sprain your ankle in both heels and high platforms, if you’re unlucky or just in a hurry. Lower platforms are ok, I had 5cm / 2 inches and was super comfy.

When it comes to clothes, check the weather forecasts and please oh my fucking god, take something rainproof  that isn’t an umbrella, so a raincoat or a foil cape. Umbrellas and parasols will cover the stage viev for other people. Also pack something that won’t be too awful in the heat, even if it’s not fancy and pretty. If the forecasts suggest cold weather, take a WOOL sweater or shawl with you - not acrylic, not velvet, wool. You can buy one second hand if you don’t support fast fashion or if you’re vegan (you won’t be supporting the wool industry that way). Don’t forget about high SPF sunscreen and a hat for sunny days.

Remember that concerts can be LOUD - especially goth shows with strong bass guitars, so definitely take earplugs if it’s your first time - you might end up not using them or they might save your ears.

2. If you’re a newbie, don’t try to seem experienced. Everyone’s gonna see through it. When I’m walking at a festival, I can clearly see who’s new - and it’s cool to be new. Goth needs new people and you’ll be just as appreciated as elders, if not more.

3. Don’t try to put a super fancy outfit together if you lack experience in the fashion part of goth. The entire style walks the line between beautiful and extremely tacky - if you can’t afford higher quality clothing from a store, go thrifting! Like I do! Don’t support Killstar or Punk Rave, they SCREAM polyester and other fabrics that start with poly- (all of these are plastic). I’m gonna be harsh here but it’s literally Pathetic with a big P to dress in an aristocrat inspired outfit if it’s not made of high quality materials. Silk, linen, cotton, wool, rayon and other natural fabrics are your friend. When choosing a goth outfit, look at the lace carefully - avoid nylon and raschel lace, go for cotton and embroidered tulle lace. Silk lace is also amazing, but hard to find.

It’s better to wear a simpler outfit than buy a “fancy” one on aliexpress - remember, most goth festivals have press reporters and there’s a huge chance of your pictures appearing on the internet. You don’t wanna be embarassed when you find them.

Here’s my outfit from this year, made of wool, linen and cotton + leather shoes. I also had an organza petticoat under my dress.

And under my capelet was this (sorry abt the thrift store tag):

Some older photos from ye olde days (from oldest to newest):

(these made me very nostalgic but also huh I had a glowup. Wouldn’t leave the house like this nowadays)

4. When watching the live shows, try not to bother other people in the crowd - for example, if you have a gigantic hat - take it off for the concerts (if it’s not too sunny - if you have a hat because it’s hot, that’s a different story - take care of yourself.) When you’re dancing, try not to bump into others too much if it’s possible. If you have to give up your spot to go to the bathroom for example - there’s a chance you’re not coming back, especially if it’s a famous band. It’s possible to go back to a spot just by the stage after leaving, but it’s difficult. Most of the time you either go pee or keep watching from your nice spot.

If I gave up my spot during She Past Away live show, there’s no way I’d get it back.

Basically have fun, avoid a heat stroke and don’t wear stilettos to a medieval castle.

[polarblazma]

ACTORS

CASTLE PARTY 2023

[agneslumiere]

Me as a nurse 🩺🩹

Amadi Visuals

Castle Party Festival

Castle Party 2022 - The People

youtu.be/cqQ5x9twUJM?t=57

[elitadream]

Getting ready for a special event~ 😉🕺

[kidovna]

I don’t know, maybe I feel like I lost you or something.

[tekni]

Finnish EBM/dark electro duo Miseria Ultima inks recorddeal with Alfa Matrix

We stay in Finland today as the Finnish duo Miseria Ultima has signed a record deal with the Belgian label Alfa Matrix. The duo will be releasing its forthcoming 3rd studio album on the label, with more info on new material being released this Friday so the label confirmed.

Miseria Ultima was formed in 2016 by Aleksi Martikainen (vocals) and Kimmo Huhtala (synths). Musically the band combines EBM and dark electro with a spices from other electronic music genres. After forming they recorded a demo called ”Unfocus” and released it as digital version in the beginning of 2017. The band’s first official album was “Phosphor” which was released in 2017 on Advoxya followed by the “Graygarden” full length which landed in 2019.

The band will play the Castle Party Festival in Poland which takes place from the 7th to the 10th of July. They are also playing a show at the Metallihelvetin Kesäbileet 2022 which will be held on the 15th and 16th of July 2022 in Utopia, Turku (FI).

[wherewouldyouliketobe]

[pigeon-princess]

The lineup of our beloved ASOIAF ttrpg campaign characters!⚔️

Our amazing GM @oneirotect has set us in 207 AC between the first and second Blackfyre Rebellions (around 90 years before Game of Thrones and 50 years after the death of the last known dragon). So far we've travelled across the Narrow Sea, partied in Braavos, escaped an assassination attempt by the Golden Company, made some difficult political decisions and started romantic entanglements with likely very dire consequences.

[afewproblems]

Season 2 Halloween AU Part Four

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

A very big thank you to @strangersteddierthings for chatting with me today and being such a great sounding board for the next update!

Synopsis: What if Eddie had been at Tina's Halloween Party in Season Two? Featuring Steve!Whump, Stancy Breakup, and Eddie just trying to keep up with all these new revelations about who King-Steve actually is...

***

"So…I have to ask," Eddie blurts out, cutting through the awkward silence that has fallen between them, "how were you gonna pick up your car before you ran into me?"

"I don't think it counts as running into you, if you were waiting for me Munson," Steve side steps the question expertly, flashing him a strange smirk that seems out of place. It falls after a second and twists into something pained.

"I was hoping Nance would take me," Steve says eventually, his voice soft, "which was pretty stupid in hindsight, 'specially cuz she was counting on me to drive her this morning, which--"

Steve cuts himself, snapping his mouth shut with a harsh click of teeth, he shakes his head and lifts his hand to run roughly through his hair.

"Doesn't matter anymore".

Eddie holds his breath, feeling the conversation begin to shift. It's as though he's stepped onto a tightrope and any wrong move could potentially send him over the edge.

He settles for nodding once, turning the key in the ignition.

Steve sighs and lets himself fall back into his seat, "I know you know already, the whole fucking school does, Billy saw to that," Steve gestures to his face, "say what you really want to ask". 

Eddie's fingers tighten around the wheel as he turns them out of the parking lot, fighting the immediate urge to say, 'why did Miss Priss throw it all away?' 

"You think I believe the rumours that come out of that shithole?" Eddie lies, keeping his eyes on the road this time.

He can feel Steve's unimpressed stare as they continue down mainstreet.

"Right, so you had no clue I was in detention?"

Eddie chews the inside of his cheek to fight the sly grin that begins to creep over his face, "Alright smart ass".

He hazards another glance at Steve as they begin to hit the residential area, he looks so different from the night before.

His limbs are loose, tension free, if it weren't for the heavy bags under Steve's eyes and the nervous tap of his fingers on the passenger door, Eddie would think he was finally relaxed.

"I knew a fight definitely happened, it's Hargrove," Eddie says slowly, carefully weighing his words, "but I typically prefer to hear the whole sordid story from the source before I pass any judgements, ya know?" 

Steve doesn't say anything as they continue driving through residential  the houses getting progressively bigger as they go.

"Did you," Steve pauses and breathes out slowly before shaking his head and lifting his face to meet Eddie's gaze, "is that offer for something stronger still open?" 

Eddie smiles, "I think that can be arranged". 

***

Eddie pulls over beside Tina Cline's house, wincing as the right front tire rolls over the curb and bounces the van as it lands on the street once more, startling a snort out of Steve. 

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up Harrington," Eddie huffs as Steve shoots him a grin.

"Didn't say a word," Steve hums, unbuckling himself from the seat. Eddie watches as he opens the door and hops out. For a moment Eddie worries Steve will pull the same disappearing act from last night but he simply stops beside his car door and motions for Eddie to roll down his window. 

Eddie cracks his door open instead, "window's broken, what?" 

Steve rolls his eyes, "whatever Munson, you know the way? It's north on 5th and--"

"Then two more rights, yeah man," Eddie says with a laugh in his voice, "I dropped you off remember?" 

"Fuck off," Steve huffs out, he's grinning though.

Steve swings the Beemer’s door open and slides in. He turns on the ignition and flinches at the loud burst of music from the stereo, the volume obviously set from the mood of the previous night. 

'I want to know what love is, I want you to show me--'

Steve slams his hand against the console, cutting off the song with a harsh crack. 

The van is parked just behind the Beemer so Eddie can't see Steve's face, but his head drops down onto the wheel for just the briefest moment before he slowly lifts it, turns on his signal and pulls away from the curb. 

***

Steve beats him to the house.

He's getting out of the car, which is parked on the long driveway as Eddie pulls up to the street. 

Eddie hops out of the van, hiking his backpack higher up on his shoulders, not bothering to lock it. Who would even want his shitty van among the BMWs and Mercedes parked down this street --hell, Eddie could have sworn he saw a Jag three houses down.

Eddie stops short of the lawn. The Harrington house is so different in the light of day, the strange emptiness that seemed to ooze out of the dark windows the night before has disappeared, leaving an ordinary house in its wake. 

"Well?" Steve calls out as he pulls a pair of keys from his back pocket and spins them once on his finger, "you coming or what Munson?" 

Eddie rolls his eyes and jogs to catch up to Steve who turns on his heel to stride up the walk. He stuffs the key into the deadbolt and swings one of the double doors inwards before shucking off his sneakers.

No shoes? Fucking rich people man.

Steve must notice Eddie's expression because he blushes and shrugs, "I know, I know, but my parents will be home for Thanksgiving this year so…may as well…"

He gestures around the sterile foyer with a tight smile, as though it explains everything. 

If anything, Eddie has more questions. 

Steve cuts off the thought by clearing his throat, "we should smoke outside, last thing I need is for you to burn a hole in the couch or something".

Eddie steps over the threshold and has to stop himself from whistling, were the ceilings always this high in this place?

He lifts his foot to unlace his left chuck, snorting at the strange little table in the middle of the foyer. A giant vase sits atop it filled with a mixture of what have to be silk flowers --no way they were real. He pulls the shoe off and tosses it to the side before lifting his right foot. 

Eddie never had the greatest balance so he hops back and forth with his right foot in the air before hopping as close as he can to the wall of the foyer and leaning back against it.

He finally gets the knot in his laces undone and throws the sneaker to the floor, dropping his right foot to the hardwood.

Eddie looks up to find Steve staring with a bemused expression on his face, he ignores the wide hazel eyes and removes the backpack from his shoulders -which can't have been helping the balance issue. 

Eddie unzips the top and yanks out the trusty metal lunchbox, sliding a wicked grin into place.

"You said something about outside?"

***

By the time they've settled, facing one another on a couple of pool loungers, the sun has begun to dip low, painting the patio and empty pool a warm glowing copper. It catches Steve's hair, which shines like gold in the dying sunlight, like some Autumnal Fae King--

Eddie wants to slap himself, suddenly thankful for the November wind that cuts through the backyard, forcing him to chillout.

He picks up the grinder from his lunchbox, unscrewing the cap to open it.

"You good with a joint this evening my good King?" 

He pours a handful of a new strain Rick let him try the other day into the grinder and starts twisting. It's not something he would typically share with anyone other than Jeff, but Steve seemed like he could use something a little more special tonight.

Eddie looks up after a beat of silence, "yo, Major Tom, you with me?" 

Steve's face is pinched, tilted towards the empty pool, "please don't call me that," he says quietly.

"Major Tom?"

Steve raises his eyes to meet Eddie's gaze, his mouth cuts a hard line across his face, the typical easy grin it usually houses is gone. 

"King-Steve," he runs a hand through his hair, letting the fingers linger to grip and pull, "I just, that's not who I am anymore, I don't--"

Steve swallows harshly, "that's all anyone could talk about this morning".

He drops his voice and octave, "oh, King Steve is so pussy whipped he let his girl fuck Jonathan Byers before she dumped him".

"Is that what Hargrove said?" Eddie asks quietly as he pours out a portion of weed onto a paper.

Steve shakes his head, "that was Tommy, but that wasn't why I hit him". 

Eddie nods, and lifts the joint to his mouth to run his tongue along the edge of the paper. Steve watches him from the lounger, his eyes follow the movement before he blinks and continues.

"Tommy and I had been best friends since we were five, he uh, he knows a lot about me," Steve lifts his hand to his mouth and chews the nail of his thumb briefly before dropping it back into his lap.

"Stuff I don't tell anyone, stuff he knows will hurt". 

Eddie nods, twisting the joint closed, he can kind of understand that, although the only person in his life that knew him like that was Wayne.  

And Wayne would never hurt him. 

Did Steve really not have anyone else like that in his life, someone he could tell anything to that wouldn't look at him weird or judge him. Someone safe.

"Anyway, Hargrove started in on me after that, but he's been fucking with me for awhile so," Steve shrugs again, "he saw his big opportunity here".

"Hargrove's been messing with you?" Eddie asks sharply as he pours more weed onto another paper. He lifts it and runs his tongue along the edge of the paper before twisting it into shape. When he looks up, Steve's ears have gone slightly pink and he's sitting strangely, slightly hunched and twisted.

"Yeah," Steve says after a moment, he clears his throat and straightens his back, "yeah, it's just been at practice so far, and I thought it was just because he wanted to one up me for my spot but," he shakes his head, "it's getting worse". 

"You know, I have a bit of a reputation around school," Eddie says slowly, carefully, watching as Steve freezes and looks at Eddie with wide eyes.

"The Hellfire club is more than just the game we're playing, it's also kind of a sanctuary for kids that don't have anyone to lean on, we look after each other," Eddie continues, ignoring the way Steve relaxes slightly, "you wouldn't need to play or anything but if you need somewhere to sit at lunch now…" 

Steve looks at Eddie for a long time, his expression blank, guarded, "really? Just like that?" 

"Yeah man, besides I get to use my 'Mean and Scary Guy' persona on these fuckers so it's a win-win for me".

Steve grins, raising one skeptical eyebrow, "mean and scary?"

Eddie bristles a little bit at the questioning tone in Steve's voice and can't quite swallow the urge to snarl, "yeah I mean you looked plenty scared of the town freak yesterday". 

Steve winces and immediately starts to shake his head, inching forward in his seat so he's even closer to Eddie, their knees are almost touching.

"That's not, I wasn't," he stops and takes a deep breath, "I was upset about Nancy and it was so dark outside, the trees--"

"You afraid of the dark Harrington?" Eddie cuts him off, the lingering irritation still simmers in his voice as he coos. 

Steve just looks at him, there's something strange about the haunted expression on his face that makes the hair on the back of Eddie's arms stand on end. 

"Things happen in the dark, in the woods," Steve says softly, his eyes drift to the empty pool again. 

Eddie opens his mouth to ask Steve what the hell he means by that, when a voice shouts across the yard.

"Steve? STEVE?!" 

The sound of someone running through the grass has them both of their feet, the joints forgotten on the pool loungers. 

"Dustin?" 

A kid, he can't be more than twelve or thirteen, skids into the porchlight that has replaced the last copper rays of evening light, the sun fully set by now. The kid's blue eyes are wide underneath a mop of curly hair and hat, he's breathing hard.

"I need your help".

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Part Five

and for some peeps that I think may be interested! @steddierthings @steddie-there @steves-strapcollection @outpastthebrakers @henderdads @stevesbipanic

[chirpsythismorning]

[polarblazma]

ACTORS

CASTLE PARTY 2023

[agneslumiere]

Nurse on the Castle Party Festival 2022 - The People Me at 0:56 🦇🩹